Erupts

Written by: DON JOHNSON

erupts Does refusing to see, cloud your vision again, Does refusing to hear, bring on deafness my friend If you close all the doors, does silence descend, Till lonliness intervenes, Refusing to love, Brings bad tidings and then, Solo the path, & solitudes, when, Set on them chickens, like clukky ole hen, Till love erupts on the scene. Don Johnson